<b>Kirby’s </b>POV
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+8 Pearls
I watched Leslie run without hesitation in the direction Adler pointed. That light, carefree figure cut through the mood I had so carefully crafted with fireworks and honeyed words, tearing it apart like a de.
Adler pushed my wheelchair, and the two of us fell into silence.
Above us, the illusory fireworks still thundered, but they shed against the cold, heavy quiet between us.
We were both Alphas at the top of the food chain. Even without many words exchanged, we each understood exactly what kind of man the other was.
Ayer of icy restraint wrapped around me as I flicked a fallen leaf from myp, my gaze sharpening. “Alpha, your goal isn’t just cooperation anymore, is it?”
My voice was low,ced with a chilling edge.
Adler, tall and unhurried, slid one hand into his pocket.
The ancient,manding pheromones of the Gold Empire radiated from him, colliding invisibly with the domineering aura of my Crimson Moon Pack. The air between us quivered, evenly matched, neither side yielding.
He lifted his eyes, meeting mine head–on. His lips curved faintly, offering no denial.
“Is Kirby alpha angry that Eren came… or that I came along with him?”
It was an evasive answer, but it was also the truth.
He hade with intent.
My eyes narrowed dangerously, sharp as a hawk’s, cold and predatory.
“You n topete with me?”
In that instant, the temperature between us seemed to plummet to freezing.
But Adler showed no sign of aggression. His expression stayed calm, his lips drawn in the faintest smile, without a single crack.
<b>“</b>And what if I do?”
<b>9:08 </b><b>Fri</b>, <b>Sep </b>19 B …
Chapter 275 The Rivalry
I nearly lost control of my anger.
<b>89 </b>
+8 Pearls
Lance roared inside me, brimming with bloodlust. The thought of another male coveting my fated mate made me want to shift on the spot and tear him limb from limb.
But I mastered myself quickly.
Anger was the indulgence of the weak.
I had never lost.
Half my body was cloaked in shadow, fireworks zing behind me, as I met Adler’s shifting face head–on. “Alpha Adler, you’re far too arrogant.”
A man with a child, a man with a heavy past, expecting Leslie to give him a chance? Impossible.
I knew her. She would never reduce herself to being anyone’s recement.
Adler’s calm remained unbroken, his voice as t and terrifying as stone.
“No.”
That single word carried utter certainty, as if he held a card I couldn’t see.
Grinding my teeth, I looked away, catching Mch’s eye.
He understood instantly, hurrying forward to push my chair toward Leslie’s direction.
Adler stood motionless, a low chuckle escaping his chest before his gaze slid away toward the distance.
There, surrounded by people andughter, Eren held Leslie’s arm with unguarded joy, pointing out the festivities as they walked.
Lars’s face shone with delight–rarely had he enjoyed such warmth and noise, with his beloved daughter at his side. For him, it was heaven on earth,
And me?
I sat apart, like a stranger looking in.
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